I'm Your Boy by Shant

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THIS STORY CONTAINS GAY SEXUAL CONTENT



How is it that we develop a fetish? I can not remember a time when I was not infatuated by a guy with a fantastic head of hair. I have no idea why great hair excited me, but it was all I ever thought about.

My hair fetish began simply enough. It started by just enjoying seeing a guy with great hair. It then progressed to me thinking about how much I would love to comb his hair. I just couldn’t quit thinking about what a fun time it would be getting my hands in his awesome mane.

Simply seeing a guy with great looking hair would get me aroused. As time passed, my fetish grew, and I found myself thinking about how much I wanted to cut a guy’s hair. The more I thought about cutting some guy’s great hair, the more turned on I got.

I have an uncle named Donnie. He is only seven years older than I am. When we were growing up I didn’t get to see him very often because our families lived 400 miles from each other.

One summer, my parents and I drove to visit them. I was really looking forward to seeing Donnie. Unfortunately, he ended up not being home that weekend.

I was only about 13 or 14. I can still remember seeing his high school senior picture placed on the mantle of the fireplace. I could not take my eyes off it. He had the most elaborate pompadour I had ever seen. Think Brad Pitt, Elvis Presley, John Travolta in "Grease," none of them had better hair than Donnie.

Pompadours were out of style, but Donnie really pulled off the look. He definitely stood out in a crowd.

Upon graduating from high school, he immediately entered barber college. He was a licensed barber before he was twenty and cut hair all his life. I sometimes wished that I had done that.

Donnie sometime cut my hair for me and I always looked forward to it. I would grow it as long as I could before I saw him and he would then cut it however he thought looked best.

I remember him once saying, "I don’t know why it is, but all I’ve ever wanted to do was cut hair. I made up my mind I was going to be a barber when I was around twelve years old. I never get tired of cutting a great head of hair, especially if the guy wants to try a different looking haircut. Those are the times I enjoy the most."

Donnie and I never discussed this, but I believe he and I shared the same hair fetish. I know we both could not ever remember not being infatuated by an awesome mane.

I often asked myself, was it possible that two men in the same family both had the same hair fetish? Was it genetic? Why were we both into hair at such an early age?

Just like me, all through high school Donnie cut his friend’s hair. My friends all had nice hair and their parents were happy that I cut their hair for them. The nearest barbershop was almost twenty miles away, and this was just one more thing they didn’t have to deal with.

I remember when I started hanging out with a guy named Mark, that my hair fetish became more than just thinking about great hair.

Mark had a beautiful head of hair, and he knew it. He was pretty conceited about how great his hair was, but he was a really nice guy, and people just got used to hearing him brag about his hair.

One time in high school, the photographer that took the group pictures for the yearbook was standing on the second floor roof, shooting down at a group of about thirty students.

He was trying to get everyone to stand so that no one was blocking anyone’s face. "Would the guy in the back row with the beautiful hair move slightly to the right?" he said. Everyone laughed, because we all knew the guy was talking about Mark. I thought it was strange the remark the photographer had made.

I remember one time asking Mark if he had a comb on him, and if he did, could I borrow it? He handed me his comb, and I got up my nerve and surprised him and said, "Would it be okay with you if I combed your hair?"

"You want to comb my hair for me?" Mark said with a smile. "Why do you want to do that?"

"I’m so envious of how great your hair looks all the time. I’ve always wanted to comb it for you. It must feel fantastic having such awesome hair."

I knew that Mark loved hearing me say that. He loved all the attention he received from people telling him how great his hair looked.

"I tell you what," Mark said, "You can go ahead and comb my hair, but I don’t want you to comb it to have a part on the side." Mark brushed both sides of his hair back above the top of his ears and brushed the top all up and back.

His hair stood up so well that he was able to start in the front, comb it forward, and then switch directions and brush it all back. The wave that he made stood out over his forehead, suspended in mid-air, and stayed perfectly in place.

After I finished combing his hair, I handed him back his comb. "Okay," he said. "Now it’s my turn to comb your hair. You’ve got a lot of thick hair and it will be fun to see what I can do with it."

I was lucky to have a good head of hair. It was coal black, very thick, and had a slight wave to it. I parted it down the middle and brushed the sides back. I couldn’t wait till the time came when I could start growing it long and tie it back in a ponytail.

The longer it got, the more I loved it. Just playing with my own hair really turned me on. I loved brushing it and combing it all different ways. Having Mark brush and comb my hair for me made me horny as hell.

From that time on, every once in awhile we would comb each other’s hair. We both loved seeing how different we could make each other’s hair look.

A few years down the road, I discovered that Mark was gay, just like me. I wish we had come out to each other, but we were still really young at the time. Combing each other’s hair, in a way, was our kind of foreplay.

When I was in college my hair fetish continued growing. I was the fraternity barber and during those four years I cut over 200 guys hair. That really stoked my hair fetish.

The beginning of my freshman year I started growing my hair long. I knew I could grow it as long as I wanted until my senior year when I would start applying for jobs.

I guess because I loved combing and cutting so many guys hair that I started thinking about what it would be like to change places with them, with me sitting in the chair, and having some guy comb and cut my hair. Having a hot man cut my long hair became my greatest fantasy. The older I got, the stronger my fetish became.

During vacations and the summer months, I would drive three hours down to Atlanta to get to play. Living in such an isolated area, there were very few gay guys around, and it was great to go to a big city and be surrounded by hundreds of gay men.

I quickly discovered it was a lot easier to approach a guy in a bigger city than it was at home. There were so many gay men, that if I approached someone and he wasn’t interested, I knew not to take it personally. Everyone has their own type.

The summer before my senior year began, I had not had a real haircut in three years. Every now and then the barber I had gone to in high school would trim the ends for me. He loved getting his hands in my hair and spent a lot of time combing it.

He was always asking me when I was going to let him cut it short. I knew that he would just love to do it. My hair was long enough now that I could tie it back into a real thick ponytail which hung down to the middle of my shoulder blades. It was over 18 inches long.

Three years passed and I still had not found a man I felt comfortable approaching and asking him if he would like to cut my hair. I obviously saw guys that I wanted to approach, but I just couldn’t get up my nerve, fearing they would think I was really weird.

Just before my senior year began, I went down to Atlanta for the weekend. I figured if I ever wanted to try to live out my haircut fantasy that time was running out, and it had to be now, or it probably would never happen.

I decided I just needed to be more aggressive and approach a guy and just flat out ask him if he would be interested in what I wanted to do. The worst he could do was say no, and think that I was really strange.

I had a few more drinks than I usually did, hoping it would help me build up my courage to approach someone. I went to an after hours bar which didn’t start getting busy until after 2:00 a.m. when most of the other bars closed. This was where you went if you really wanted to hook up with someone.

The bar had a dress code. No shorts, polo shirts, or sandals were allowed. No women, drag queens, or effeminate men were allowed either.

Most guys wore t-shirts and jeans, but there were also men in leather, and some men wearing no shirts at all. This was a place where you showed off what a great body you had. Almost every guy there looked like he worked out at a gym, and this was the place to strut your stuff.

The bar was darkly lit with several small rooms all connecting to each other. You practically had to almost walk right up to a guy to see what he really looked like.

After I had been there awhile, I saw a guy standing over in a corner that I thought was interesting. He was around 35, six feet tall, and was wearing a leather vest with no shirt. He had a great body. His pecs were awesome and the leather vest really showed them off. He was so damn sexy.

As I walked by him, I saw he was definitely a real stud. He had a great looking haircut which made me hope that maybe he was also into great hair.

He saw me looking at him and smiled. I decided it was now or never, and I walked up to him and we began talking. He told me that his name was Tim and that he lived here in Atlanta.

"You must be from out of town," he said. "I definitely know I would remember if I had ever seen you before."

We were getting along great and I felt really comfortable around him. We were leaning against the back wall of the bar, and as we were talking, he leaned in to me, took his hand, and reached up behind me, and started stroking my ponytail!

"That’s an amazing head of hair you have. It’s so thick and long. It’s really beautiful. Have you had it like this for a long time?" he asked.

I told him how I had started growing it the beginning of my freshman year and had only had the ends evened up the last three years. "I figure I can grow it longer for one more semester and then I’ll have to get it cut when I start going to job interviews."

"I’ve been fantasizing what it’s going to be like getting it all cut off. It actually scares me, and yet, it really excites me, too. I imagine I will probably never have it this long ever again."

"Boy, it would be fantastic seeing most of that pretty hair you have get cut off! You’ll be losing over a foot of hair. I’ve never seen anyone get that much hair cut off at one time."

"When you decide to get it cut, why don’t you come down here and let me take you to my barber? It would be so hot watching you get your hair cut!" Tim said.

I was so turned on! Here I was with a hot older guy, who said he loved my hair, and wanted to see it get cut off! Tim seemed like the perfect man to help me live out my fantasy. He was so hot and seemed like a really nice guy. The thought of him dominating me and me being submissive to him made my blood pressure rise.

Tim asked me if I would like to go home with him. "I definitely would like to go home with you," I said. "I need to ask you something first, though, and see if you might be interested."

"To be really honest, I’ve not had all that much experience meeting up with guys while I’ve been in college. Whenever I do, I’m always the top when I play with someone. I guess because of my size, most guys just automatically assume that I will be the top."

"The thought of you taking charge, though, and dominating me is a real turn on. I’ve wondered for a long time what it would be like being submissive with someone."

"More and more I’ve thought about having a hot man treat me as his boy. I’ve fantasized a long time about having some hot stud taking control of me and doing whatever he wanted."

"I want it to be intense. I want to feel a strong man’s body pressing against mine. I’m really into physical contact. I’d want him to be aggressive. I’d want him to tell me all the things he wanted to do with me. No pain allowed, but other than that, I think I’m up for just about anything."

"There’s one thing I would like to do more than anything. I hope you don’t think I’m weird when I tell you this, it’s just a fantasy I’ve always had. I really love my hair. When I get it cut, I don’t want to go to a regular barbershop. I’ve always wanted to have a hot man cut it for me."

"The longer my hair has grown, the more intense my fantasy has become. I’m so into my hair that I think it would be an incredible rush seeing it all being cut off by the right guy."

"You’re a really handsome man. When I first saw you, I hoped you might be just the guy I’ve been looking for. Would you be interested in me going home with you and playing out my fantasy with me?"

"Let me get this right," Tim said. "You’re saying you want me to take you home and totally dominate you, and also cut off most of your hair? That would really be a wild time."

"Sure, I’ll cut your hair for you. I like role playing, but I’ve never done a scene anything like that before, but I’m definitely up for it. I’ll really enjoy getting my hands in your beautiful hair. I can’t wait to do all kinds of things to those pretty locks of yours. Let’s get out of here."

"You see that guy standing over against the bar? That’s Joel, my roommate. I just need to go and tell him that I’m leaving."

"Is he your partner?" I asked.

"No, we’re best friends and have lived together for a couple of years now."

We got to Tim’s apartment and the moment we entered, he turned and grabbed both my wrists, extending my arms above my head, and pinned me against the wall.

"So you want to be my boy?" he said. "Are you really sure you want me to do whatever I want to do with you? That means you will have to obey me no matter what I say."

"Yes, Sir. I’ve thought about this happening for so long. I really want to do this. I think it will be a mind-blowing experience."

Tim then pressed his body firmly against me and ground his crotch against mine. We began kissing. This was not a sweet, tender moment, it was aggressive, rough, forceful, and really hot!

"You are such a great looking guy," he said. "I’m so horny thinking about you being my boy. It turns me on thinking about what I am going to do with you." We went into Tim’s bedroom. I was a little nervous, yet really excited, wondering what Tim had in mind.

"Man, you really do have a great body," he said. "I’m going to set up my camera and take a video of this so you can take it home with you. I bet you’ll watch it over and over again because it will turn you on so much seeing all your pretty hair coming off!"

"Strip those clothes off, boy!" Tim said. "I want to see that hot body you have." I removed my clothes and Tim did too.

"Sit yourself down in that chair there and I’m going to untie your ponytail and brush it. I want to see you with all that pretty hair falling down around your shoulders."

I then heard the door to the apartment open. "I guess Joel decided to call it a night. Hey, Joel, come on back. I have something that I really want you to see."

Joel came into the room. I really did not get a good look at him at the bar, but I now saw that he was just as hot looking as Tim.

"Joel, this is David. We’re just getting ready to have a really wild time. He wants to be my boy for the evening and have me be totally in charge. He says that he’s always the dominant guy when he hooks up with someone, but he has always wanted to be submissive with someone if he could find the right guy, and he chose me!"

"Looks like the fun is just beginning!" Joel said. "Tim told me at the bar what was going to happen when he brought you home. I hope it’s okay with you if I watch. It’s really going to be hot! Your hair is awesome!"

"After telling me about your fantasy, I want to make this be as great a time as I possibly can," Tim said. "Seeing that I’m totally in charge of you for the evening, I’m going to have Joel join us. You’re not going to have one guy, but two guys help you live out your fantasy!"

I loved the thought of Joel joining us. Having two hot men getting their hands in my hair was a real turn on. This would make my fantasy even more intense.

Tim untied my ponytail. He buried his hands in my hair and spread it out all around my shoulders. It hung down to my pecs in front and to the middle of my back. "Just took at his awesome hair. You look like one of those guys on the cover of a romance novel," Tim said.

"Joel, go and grab a tape measure. I want to see how long David’s hair is." Joel came back with a tape measure and took a lock of my hair at the crown and pulled it straight up and measured it. "I can’t believe it! Your hair is almost 20 inches long!"

Tim said, "David, your hair really is unbelievable. I have never had my hands in such long, beautiful hair." He then began brushing my hair all the way from the front to the back. He brushed the sides all to the back and gathered my hair like he was going to put it in a ponytail. I thought that he was going to then chop my ponytail off.

Instead, he wrapped my hair around his dick and began playing with himself. You could not even see his dick with all my hair wrapped around it.

"This feels sensational!" he said. "Your hair is so soft. It feels wonderful burying my cock in your hair. Joel, you really need to try this!"

Joel had removed his clothes, stood back, and had begun playing with his dick while Tim brushed my hair. I could see that he already had a hard on. "Could this be another guy with a hair fetish?" I thought to myself.

After Tim had played with my hair for awhile, he handed the brush and comb to Joel and said, "Okay, Man, it’s your turn to play with this awesome mane for awhile."

I knew I had been right about Joel. He really enjoyed getting his hands in my hair. He brushed the top all straight back, eliminating the center part that I had. He was more forceful than Tim, and was much more aggressive as he brushed my hair, which made it even more intense. I couldn’t get enough of him burying his hands in my mane.

Joel brushed my hair a while longer, and then Tim said, "Look at our handsome boy. We’re going to take really good care of you. Lie down on the bed there, with your head on the pillows."

I did exactly what Tim told me to do. I was having the time of my life! Tim was on one side of me and Joel was on the other. Tim reached into a drawer beside the bed and pulled out several pieces of rope. He tossed two to Joel and they tied my wrists and ankles to the bedposts so that I was spread eagled across the bed.

I was totally helpless, but I didn’t care. This was something I had always wanted to experience and looking up at two such hot looking guys, not knowing what they were going to do to me, made me horny as hell!

"Lift up your head, Boy!" Tim stood over me and gathered up all my hair and pulled it back like he was going to put it in a ponytail. Holding all my hair tightly in his fist, he pushed my head back down onto the pillows. "Can’t have you laying on all that pretty hair of yours," he said.

He then took my hair and fanned it out all around my head. He and Joel both began brushing and combing my hair, making it extend as far as it could. My hair was so thick that it totally covered all the area around me. I had 20 inches of hair surrounding all the sides of my head.

"I think it’s time we start cleaning you up. If you’re going to be our boy then you have to look the way we want our boy to look," Tim said.

Tim went into the bathroom and came back with what looked like a barber kit. "I bet you didn’t think we’d have these. Joel and I trim each other’s hair every once in awhile, rather than pay a barber to do it."

He pulled out the clippers, plugged them in and turned them on. "Oh, no," I thought to myself. "Please don’t run the clippers down the center of my head! I’m not ready for that to happen yet!" To my surprise, Tim buzzed off all the hair on my chest. I had never had that done before.

He then put shaving cream all over the buzzed area and both he and Joel took a razor and shaved my chest so that it was perfectly smooth.

They then proceeded to play with my dick and get me really hard and then took scissors and cut off all my pubic hair, including the hair on my balls. I didn’t think they would shave my pubic area, but I was wrong.

Feeling a razor against my sensitive areas, especially my balls, was really intense. When they finished, Tim said, "Now, you’re all smooth and clean. Just like how we want our boy to be."

They untied me from the bed and then grabbed me and sat me down in a chair. There was a large mirror in front of me so I was going to be able to watch these guys do whatever they wanted.

"We want you to put on a little show for us," Tim said. "We want to see what you’re like when you’re alone and playing with that pretty hair of yours."

"I’m sure you beat off a lot of times when you’re playing with your mane. Go ahead and show us what you do when you’re by yourself. Tell us how much you love that hair of yours!"

After having my body completely shaved, I certainly did not have any inhibitions around these guys. If they wanted a show, I decided I’d really give them one!

I started brushing my hair and getting it perfectly in place. I then started running my hands through my hair and began playing with my dick and talking to myself about how much I loved my hair.

"Man, I really have beautiful hair! Everything about it is fantastic! I love how black it is and how it shines when it is wet. It is so thick and so soft. The waves make it look even more beautiful. I love how they cascade all the way down the sides. The longer it gets the more I love it!"

"No one has hair as great as mine! Everyone is always telling me how awesome it looks. I catch guys looking at it all the time. I know they are really envious of my gorgeous mane."

"I get so turned on just running my hands through my wonderful hair. I’ve never seen anyone with a better head of hair than mine."

All the time I was putting on my little performance, Tim and Joel were standing on each side of me stroking their dicks. I hoped that I was going to get to play with their cocks even more. I was so horny!

Tim stepped in and said, "Joel, why don’t you entertain David while I brush his hair? When I finish playing with his hair, it’ll be your turn to get your hands in his mane."

Joel got down on his knees and began licking my balls and put them in his mouth. He began sucking my dick, all the while Tim continued brushing my hair and running his hands through it. This was incredible! It was wilder than I had ever imagined it would be and the haircut hadn’t even begun.

No one other than my barber had ever even combed my hair. I sat back, closed my eyes and experienced the thrill of having my hair being brushed and vigorously played with while getting a blowjob at the same time. It was such a rush. It was so sensual. My entire body felt like it was on fire!

Joel and Tim then switched places, only this time while Joel was playing with my hair, Tim was standing in front of me and I was giving him a blowjob. It was awesome looking in the big mirror and watching Joel manhandling my hair, while I was sucking Tim off.

"That’s a good boy," Tim said. "You really give an awesome blowjob. It’s great running my hands through your precious locks while seeing you service your Daddy."

Tim kept running his hands through my hair, and said, "You have such pretty hair. You said that you’ve had it long for three years now? You’re so in love with your beautiful hair."

"I bet you beat off all the time while thinking about your fantastic mane. I think you’re way too attached to it. There’s a lot more to you than just having all that awesome hair."

Tim then took his barber cape and caped me up. "I want to see all that pretty hair of yours falling into your lap. The pile is going to be huge."

"I think it’s time you get rid of all that girly hair and look like a man. You’ll look and feel like an entirely different person without all that long hair. Yes, sir, if you’re going to be our boy, the hair has to go!"

"This is what you’ve fantasized doing for so long. It’s time for it to happen. We’re going to take our time doing this and do all kinds of things with your hair. You have so much beautiful hair that we’re going to make this be as erotic as hell!"

It already was erotic as hell. I couldn’t imagine how much hotter it could possibly get when they actually cut my hair. Joel took over and took a comb and parted my hair down the center like I wore it. He combed the sides and back straight down, getting it to its full length.

"These waves you have are really awesome and your hair is so thick. It’s so soft. It feels like silk," Tim said. "Unfortunately the real world is rapidly approaching you, and it’s going to start out by you losing most of your precious locks tonight."

Tim grabbed a handful of my hair and said, "Do you want me to cut this hair of yours? Tell me to go ahead and do it! Once you tell me to cut it there will be no turning back. Are you sure you want to see all these precious locks get cut off? Tell me to cut it, Boy!"

"Please, Sir! Cut my hair! This is what I’ve always wanted! Go ahead! Do it! Cut my hair!"

Joel stood in front of me and forced me to take his dick in my mouth. While I was sucking him off, I saw Tim pick up a pair of scissors and grab a handful of my hair and chop off six inches.

He made certain that the hair fell in my lap. Not using a comb, he randomly grabbed thick locks of my hair on the left side of my center part and chopped off six inches wherever he wanted.

I sat there mesmerized watching Tim butchering my hair! Six inches of hair took a year to grow and I sat there seeing it being cut off in just seconds. "This is so hot, David, and we’re only just beginning!" Joel said.

Joel and David switched places and Joel then chopped off six inches of my hair on the right side of my part while Tim played with my dick. The pile of hair in my lap kept getting bigger and bigger and I thought I was going to explode at any moment.

When they each finished cutting their side of my head, Tim asked me, "Well, Davie Boy, what do you think of your new haircut now?"

"Sir, I can’t believe how ragged it looks! There are big chunks missing everywhere, but you’ll take care of that, won’t you?"

"Don’t you worry there, Boy, we’re just getting started. We have a long way to go before your hair looks the way we want it to."

"I want you to go ahead and comb your hair the way you always comb it," Tim said. "If you brush the sides back, you still have so much hair that it should still look good."

I picked up a comb and parted my hair down the middle and then took a brush and worked on brushing the sides back. When I finished it really didn’t look all that bad. Being so long, I was able to cover up most of the missing locks.

"Okay, now for the next part of your haircut. I want you to brush the top all back, getting rid of your part down the middle. See how tall you can get it to stand up."

I did what Tim told me to do. My hair actually stood up taller now than when it was longer. With my hair being so thick, the longer it was, the heavier it was, and it would not stand up as high because of the weight. It felt so different having six inches of my hair gone. I was already missing it.

"We’re going to start evening up your pretty locks. Joel and I will be in charge of the sides and the back. We have a surprise for you. You’re going to cut the top from the front to the back yourself! I bet you’ve never cut your own hair. Comb that forelock straight up and lets see how long it is now."

I combed the front straight up and Joel measured it again. "Sure enough! It’s still fourteen inches long! We want you to cut six inches off the entire top."

This was really intense. Tim had been right. I had never cut my own hair because I was always wanting it to be as long as possible. I lifted up the front and Joel measured six inches from the top, and said, "Okay, Boy, start slicing off that pretty hair above where I’m holding it! Cut off all that pretty hair!"

I was practically shaking! I couldn’t believe I was actually going to cut off so much of my own hair. I put the scissors where Joel showed me to place them. I closed the scissors and watched as six more inches of my beautiful hair fell into my lap.

"That’s our good Boy. Now keep cutting that much off all the way from the front to the back!" Joel said.

This was a surreal experience. I was destroying my own gorgeous hair. Section by section, working my way to the back, I sliced off six inches. The pile in my lap really got bigger.

As I cut my hair, I saw that Tim and Joel were playing with each other’s dicks. They certainly were more than just roommates.

"This is so fricking hot seeing you cut off your own hair! I can’t wait for when it’s time for us to start working on those sides!" Tim said.

Once I had finished cutting the top, Joel said, "So, Tim. How do you want to cut the sides and back of our boy’s hair? He’s already lost a foot on top, maybe we should go a little easy on him?"

"I know exactly how I’m going to cut Davie’s awesome hair." Tim took a section from the side and combed it straight out and had Joel hold the end of the lock for him and took the scissors and chopped off ten inches! I was ready to climax.

Because Joel had been holding the end of the lock when Tim cut it, he made certain that it all fell onto my lap. Tim kept taking a lock of my hair and pulled it out straight for Joel to hold and then cut off ten inches all the way from the front to the part in the back.

It was then Joel’s turn to play barber. He cut my hair exactly the way Tim had. Tim made certain that all the hair was added to the pile in my lap. The pile was really getting huge with all the hair from the sides and back added to it.

My hair was now about eight inches long on top and four inches on the sides. I had not had my hair this short since my freshman year of college.

"Okay, now we’re going to comb your hair in a new style and see how different you look." Tim wet my hair and parted it on the left side and then brushed it all up and back. Being wet, my hair really shined.

I guess you would say that Tim had combed my hair into a long version of a pompadour. I really liked the way it looked and started thinking that maybe I should keep it like this.

"So what do you think about your new look?" Tim asked.

"I really love it like this, Sir. You and Joel did a great job cutting it. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to leave it like this. I can then grow it out for one more semester and I promise I’ll come down and have you cut it again."

"Oh, no! You said that your fantasy was to have a man do whatever he wanted with you. There’s no way my boy is going to have all that hair that you still have. Joel, go and get your blowdryer. I want to dry Davie’s hair before we cut it again."

"Let me have a go at this," Joel said. "I’d really like to work on that hair!" He took the blowdryer and vigorously brushed my hair all up and back until it was completely dry. It was awesome seeing eight inches of my hair brushed straight back and standing up so tall.

"One more haircut and you’ll look the way we want our boy to look. If you’re going to be our boy, you need to look like a stud, not some pretty boy. With your hot body you are going to look great."

Tim took out the clippers and plugged them in and turned them on. The sound of them made me jump.

"Your hair looks so pretty right now. Someday, you’ll have to grow it out to look like this." As Tim ran a comb through my hair, Joel started sucking my dick again. It was all I could do to keep myself from not exploding.

"I bet its been years since you’ve had clippers used on your hair. Don’t be afraid. You are going to look so hot when I am finished."

I didn’t know what guard Tim had put on the clippers. He put his hand firmly on the top of my head and pushed it down. He started at the back and ran the clippers in one broad swipe all the way up to the crown. This was the first time I could not see how much hair he was cutting off, but I knew it was going to be really short.

When he started working his way to the sides, I could begin to see that almost all the remaining four inches of hair was being buzzed off. "I’m using the #1 guard on the sides so that your hair will be nice and short." When he finished buzzing the sides and back all that remained of my hair was stubble.

Just like before, Joel did what Tim had done and buzzed all my hair off on his side. It was unbelievable seeing almost no hair on the sides and back with the top still being eight inches long.

Tim then stood in front of me and brushed all my hair on top straight back. "Such pretty hair. We’re almost finished with your haircut," he said.

He changed the guard on the clippers and handed them to Joel. I didn’t know what number guard he had put on the clippers. I hoped he wasn’t going to buzz all my hair completely off. I really didn’t want to look like a cue ball, but I knew I had no say in how Tim was going to cut it.

"Go ahead, Joel, and cut your side of the top while Davie is taking care of me," Tim said. I began sucking Tim's dick again, and Joel stood behind me and placed the clippers at the front, at the right side of my part, and turned them on. "Get ready, Boy! This is going to be really awesome!"

He teased me a little before he cut my hair. "Are you ready for this, Boy? Are you ready to see all your pretty hair on top coming off?"

He then took the clippers and buzzed off all my hair on top. I thought I was going to faint when I saw my remaining eight inches of hair being buzzed down to almost nothing. It was a little longer than the sides and was about half an inch long. With my hair being so black, you could still see I had hair. If I had been blonde, I would have looked bald!

Watching all my hair on top being cut off was everything I had hoped my fantasy would be. It was so unreal!

Tim then took the clippers from Joel and started at the back of my head and buzzed off all of my hair from the back to the front. It only took a minute before almost all my hair had been buzzed off! Seeing so much hair falling into my lap made the pile enormous!

They then took turns running their hands all over my head. It really felt awesome feeling the short bristles. I had never had my hair this short. It was such a sensual feeling and made my dick even harder.

"Okay, that’s how our boy is supposed to look. You look hot! With your great body you now look like a real stud!" Tim said.

Joel went in the kitchen and brought back a one gallon ziplock bag. They put all my hair in the bag and it completely filled it. The bag was so full that it actually looked like a pillow.

Tim dimmed the lights and we got in bed. This was the first time I had ever had a three way. I was really excited because both guys were such good looking men.

I laid down in the middle of the bed with one of them on each side of me. They were running their hands all over my body. They were constantly stroking my dick and running their hands all over my head. "It feels awesome running our hands all over your head. How do you like the way it feels?" Tim said.

Other than when we first entered the apartment, there had been no kissing, but that now began big time. The sex was not rough, but it was intense, just like I had always hoped it would be. When Tim started sucking my dick again, I reached down and buried my hands in his beautiful hair. Watching him suck my dick while I manhandled his hair was awesome!

Both guys had really nice hair. They both had very thick hair and each wore their hair about four inches long on top and a couple inches long on the sides.

"You guys have made my fantasy greater than I ever imagined it could be. The perfect ending for me would be getting my hands in both your hair!" I said. "Will that be okay with you guys?"

"So you like getting your hands in my hair boy? You go ahead and play with it all you want. You deserve it after the fantastic time we’ve just had!" Tim said. Joel then told me that he would love to have me play with his hair, too. He really did have a hair fetish, just like I thought he had.

I got out of bed and grabbed the brush and the comb. The sex continued, but now I was brushing and combing their hair and running my hands all through it while we played.

As the three way continued, I felt Tim starting to play with my butt. I then realized that I was going to experience something else that I had never done before.

Always being the top, I had never had anyone enter me, but I was ready for it! Being a real bottom for the first time, I let both guys do things to me that I had always only dreamed about.

When we finished, we were all totally drained. Tim then said, "You know, I’ve been told I have a pretty good head of hair myself. Do you like your Daddy’s hair?" Tim asked. "You certainly seemed to enjoy getting your hands in it."

"Yes Sir. From the moment I first saw you and Joel, I couldn’t take me eyes off either of your hair. Both of you have really beautiful hair."

"You said that you’ve cut over 200 guys hair for them? You must be a pretty good barber. How would you like to cut both your Daddie’s hair sometime? Tell me the truth! Does the thought of that turn you on, Boy?"

"Sir, I would love to cut you and Joel’s hair sometime. I’ll cut it however you want me to cut it. It’ll be a rush getting my hands in your hair and getting to be your barber!"

"Why don’t you come visit us in about two months and stay with us for the weekend?" Tim said. "Your hair will be about an inch and a half long on top then and we’ll trim up the sides and back for you. Your hair will be long enough that we can part it on one side and comb the top up and back. It will look great, and we’ll have an incredible time again."

"Maybe the next time you come visit us we’ll both need a haircut and we’ll let you cut our hair for us," Tim said. "I’m sure you’d like doing that."

I was really happy that they wanted to see me again and I’d gladly let them cut my hair for me, especially if I got to cut both their hair.

I fell asleep snuggling between both guys. This had been the most incredible night I had ever experienced.

My fantasy had turned out wilder than I had ever imagined it could be! I couldn’t wait to see these guys again. If they let me cut their hair, it would be so fricking hot! I already knew what I would be fantasizing about for the next two months!

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